Guest guest Posted February 13, 2002 Report Share Posted February 13, 2002 In this tumble down day. In this, my cycling circle and way The Moon wears my face unscared by lonliness. I am released from the wishing well of want, from a few forlorn, love left leavings and relics. Beloved one, you have moved in, and have left the door of my heart swinging. I am wide open and legless in the tavern of drunken survivers. My false rumor, has become Your precious possession. I am undone and redressed in the garments of reality and repose. The silver make-up of Your beauty magnifies this longing, like the sun in a glass of water. I have gone to the graveyard to find my last belongings. The worms have eaten everything, but the pearl of the moon.... Your eye reflected in mine. love eric. Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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